This dark
room that consumes our clothes
As if it
were a ravenous beast
It
foreshadows our doom as mounting pressure grows
And makes
our sighs like they were yeast
The kisses
that fed our aching souls constant as waves
The caresses
as subtle as the night breeze
They feel
the fire that loses control as our flesh becomes slaves
Bringing us
servants to our trembling knees
Darkness
envelopes us into a world of touch and sound
As if the
streets did not exist
Our senses a
pearl that has been pressured underground
To birth
passions we cannot resist
The morning
sun will come to slash and burn
Yet will
refuse to sooth and warm
For our
spirits still darkness will yearn
Although
content to awaken wrapped in loving arms
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